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"Miracle person?" Straw-boy echoes, squatting on the broad stone rim of the massive steam vent with no apparent fear whatsoever, hands dangling between his knees. "Indeed!" Bentham confirms brightly, peering over the edge. Goodness, how are they going to get down there without boiling? They know steam baths can be a very helpful element of a complete skincare regimen, but really, this is a bit much. Straw-boy tilts his head, eyes curious. "Why do they call him that?"

This one ended up being Killer and Law talk about Kid and ships, and Killer and Kid talk about Law and ships. I hope it works. It’s at about 950 words, so it’s one-shot territory. I’ll put a cut in and might post it to AO3 later. It’s a little silly. Hope you like it.

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"Kid favours rubber duckies."

"Yeah?" Law raised two fingers to the barkeep. Two fresh tankards, froth creeping down their sides, clanked against the counter. Finished drinks were whisked away.

Killer nodded thanks Law's way, shoved a straw into the drink on the right.

"We've had to pull him out of the bathwater more times than I can remember."

"Mhm." Law knew how that felt.

"Still has a grip on Beatrice."

"Beatrice?"

"You don't name your ships?"

"Good point," Law said. Rubber duckies did float on water.

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"How 'bout you? Crew gotta stop you from drowning every now and then?"

"Yup." Law gummied his lips together, bottom under top. Tactile. Amazing. Self-cannibalism could be a thing with his powers. Perhaps. He'd have to experiment. 

"Only it's intentional." He pressed his skin against his tooth. Incredible how material he was. "On my part." Shot a grin at Kid's first mate.

Killer snorted. "You can't make me feel sorry for you. One. We're enemies—and two...” Killer couldn’t quite remember two. He slouched into the space between them. “...the rubber duckie information stays between keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and better the devil you know than you don't."

Law's face—usually what the fuck is going on here—scrunched into what the fuck are you on about?

Killer slurped half the tankard through the straw and waved a finger in the air like a train driver taking note of the tracks. A bit more drunkenly. Wouldn't want to be on that train.

"Nothing beats the girl who turned brown when Kid and I were eating curry udon. She was eating it too, and we had a crush on her, but she spilled it over herself and it looked funny." Killer laughed into his straw. The beer bubbled. "But she whaled into us up for ribbing her. And we can’t stand the slimy muck now—curry udon. Our ship's definitely not named after her."

"What's it called?"

"Victoria Punk."

Law nodded and filed it away with the rubber duckie. "I'm sorry for your loss and hallucinations." They really weren't fun if you hadn't paid for them. "But it was experimental, not suicidal, the drowning."

"But you're a moody fuck."

"And you haven't got over a childhood crush."

Speaking of which, Killer was going to crack that tankard if he gripped it any harder.

"Broke our hearts, man."

Law patted Killer on the shoulder. They'd had enough beers for a gleam of empathy to ferment.

"With this power," and Law lifted two fingers towards the barkeep again, and created a tiny room with the other hand, “Taking oneself up to the edge of death is possible. Like how long could I try to drown and almost drown and be able to revive myself?"

"Or not. You're a fruit user, idiot."

"Exactly." Law retracted the blue dome.

Summery: Law finds out news that rattles him. The possibility of losing the person who’d crawled under his skin is suddenly a real threat. LawLu Drabble. 

Same verse as my ZoLu ficlet but instead with a LawLu spin for my girl @seehunnybees. You said you wanted more content ;)  As always let me know if you like it :D

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“When it all goes to ruins I'll be on the last train out When it all goes to ruins We'll have no doubt in violence “

William Black & Micah Martin

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Law loves the roaring sound of his Harley as he tore through the barren landscape, the world a blur in his periphery. Nothing but open road and expansive terrain ahead. Freedom. That’s all he’d aimed for since childhood. Hiding under the bodies of classmates who’d been laughing and playing games merrily the previous day changed the boy forever. 

Now the man would never allow anybody to make him feel so powerless. He travelled the world on his motorbike, stopping when he felt like it. Recently he’d halted his nomadic tendencies due to life throwing complications in the way.

Loud, annoying complications.

Grabbing a water bottle from the holster slung over the back Law rinsed his mouth. Grit coated his tongue, the gales kicked up dirt from the road and made conditions treacherous. Thankfully he’d remembered his goggles before leaving the house. The fact he had to travel in these conditions made his blood boil. In the middle of cooking brunch – Law didn’t do breakfast – his radio picked up a signal from the Strawhat crew.

“Oi, you need to get down here,” Zoro calling anyone wasn’t a good omen considering the man actively avoided additional hassles that weren’t his problem. Radio transmitting was included in that remit and usually fell to Nami and Usopp. The fact he even knew that about the Strawhat’s bothered Law. Unfortunately, they were like the common cold. It didn’t matter whether you wanted their company or not, they were infectious, not taking no for an answer.  

Luffy had gotten himself into serious trouble. Nothing unusual except this time he’d picked a fight with Red Dog. Ex-military and known for savage brutality to those he considered scum, it wasn’t a tussle the cheeky captain could escape from without serious injury. Law had seen first-hand the brutality of government militia, the memories causing him to mumble a plethora of curses.

Damn it, why did he have to be such a fucking idiot. Internally sighing Law shook his head willing the bike to go faster.

Luffy wouldn’t be the same if he didn’t act like an imbecile with a heart of gold. According to Zoro, his injuries were extensive, the burn damage putting his life in immediate danger. Hence Chopper requesting Law’s assistance in operating. The kid was a great doctor, but he wasn’t a specialised surgeon.

Gritting his teeth Law felt his jaw pop, he prayed for the first time in his life.

“Please let me get there on time.”

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: One Piece

Relationships:  Monkey D. Luffy & Sabo, Monkey D. Luffy & Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates

Characters:  Monkey D. Luffy, Sabo (One Piece), Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates

Additional Tags: 6+1, Family Fluff, Light Angst, Brother Feels, Inspired By Tumblr

Language: English

Luffy sits on the railing of the Going Merry, cheerfully whistling an old pirate song Shanks and his crew used to sing back at Foosha. It’s a light-hearted shanty about a man who returns to his home town every year to drink the same sake.

He can’t really remember all the lyrics, but the tune is stuck to his head well enough to make up for it. He can make up the words as he goes, anyway, so it doesn’t matter.

Six times Luffy brought up Sabo with his crew, and the one time he doesn't need to say it because Sabo is already there. 

Inspired by this post by @nerdismysafespace-01

AO3 Version

Genre: Adventure, Humor, Crime, Mystery

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Luffy, Ace

Hi guys ! I made a fanfiction recently for a contest; sadly I didn’t win, but I’m indeed happy to be able to FINALLY contribute something especially to the sanami fandom :3

Special thanks to @stardustgalaxy @shifter-zarina and @homocat for beta-ing it >w